"Well," she resumed, reverting to the Duchess on a final appraisement of the girl's air, "I really think I do well by you and that Jane wouldn't have anything to say to-day.

You look awfully like mamma," she then threw off as if for the first time of mentioning it.
"Oh Cousin Jane doesn't care for that," Nanda returned.

"What I don't look like is Aggie, for all I try." "Ah you shouldn't try--you can do nothing with it.

One must be what one is." Mrs.Brook was almost sententious, but Nanda, with civility, let it pass.

"No one in London touches her.